Zodi’s Blog

Should we stay or should we go?

Over the past several months my wife and I have been agonizing over the decision of whether to stay in Spain or return to the states. It helps me sometimes to write things out, especially with a decision as tough as this one. I didn’t bother with the trivial minutia like employment, housing, family, or friends because a book once told me to ‘not sweat the small stuff.’ I’m concentrating on the deal makers and breakers only here.

Why to stay in Spain…    

-Nobody bothers me here. If I don’t want to talk, then I can’t speak Spanish.

-Amsterdam, Paris, Greece, Rome, London, most of Europe is within a 2 hour plane ride. I can usually get a ticket for the tax only. 35E.

-Spanish fashion and the women who sport it.

-The crazy people here keep to themselves. They don’t appear on Fox and CNN. Nobody screams nonsense during rational discussions on important topics. Nobody tells anybody else they are going to burn in hell for being gay, or believing in the wrong God, or for disagreeing with them on health care. When the crazy people here get obnoxious or vocal, they get locked up. Except the gypsies, but they mostly keep to themselves anyway.

-Almost all the people that go to church here are actually nice.

-Within a 10 minute walk I can get to a place where I not only don’t see any people, I don’t even see evidence of the existence of people.

-Something I’d never experienced until now; clean mountain air.

-The rednecks here don’t have guns. Or country music. Or political aspirations.

-No strip malls. No Bed Bath and Beyond. No Linen’s N’ Things.

-If you get sick or hurt over here, you will be taken care of.

-They make people on welfare do jobs around town; painting, sweeping, etc.

-There is very little bigotry or racism, even against the damn Brits.

-Did I mention no Fox News?

-No handguns = very little crime or murder. You just gotta watch those damn gypsies.



-Free tapas with every drink.

-Po po ain’t all up in your grill.

-Drugs are practically legal here. I don’t do drugs, except the occasional valium, but I love that po po ain’t all up in your grill.

-When there is a debate, the public discourse while being high-pitched and excitable, is a lesson in civility. Rich, poor, right, left all speak to each other rationally and treat each other with respect and dignity. Other than the mayors during elections. Then it’s a no holds bared cage match in the 9th level of hell.

-Culture, architecture, beauty, charm.

-Spain has fundamentally changed me for the better. I’ve learned how to relax. I’ve finally learned patience. I never would have begun writing again if we hadn’t moved here. Before, I always thought I had to be doing something, anything. I’ve learned that I don’t need a bunch of stuff to be happy. I can sit somewhere and just Be now. I’ve stopped being such a mindless consumer. I’ve learned to eat really slowly and savor food and conversation; the art of the Spanish 3 hour dinner. I’ve learned that I can download and watch survivor on ‘The pirate Bay.’  

In general I love the culture of Spain. The people are much more interested in just living. The rat race here is a slow, leisurely amble. They want to eat, drink, and spend time with their family and friends. They possess a genuine love and passion for life, an optimism that I haven’t seen much in America lately. 

Why to go back…      

-I miss America. I’m American, and it’s what I’m used to.

-Football, baseball, basketball, hockey, tennis, golf, and the UFC. Yes, I watch tennis and golf. I love sports.

-Being able to turn on a TV and flip through the channels without seeing a variety show featuring a fat, mustachioed, corny host, a cache of trashy women laughing hysterically at every awful joke, and the worst music I’ve ever heard. Although I may have to check with our resident expert Capitalistliontamer to verify that.  

-God damn murderous, drug-addled, screaming, stealing, groin mauling, stabbing gypsies.

-Every time that you drive here you are risking your life. The roads are worse than the French Alps. There are sheer 1000ft drops with no guardrail. They don’t really give DUI’s and half the population starts off the morning with a couple drinks. Old mostly blind, drunken men have almost taken me out numerous times by cutting the shit out of corners. People die constantly by going over the cliffs.

-I’m sick of mullets, Shakira, Peugeots, scooters, and the smell of diesel.

-There is dog shit everywhere. Nobody gets their ‘pets’ fixed or lets them in the house. There are almost as many stray dogs and cats as people by now. I love animals so I started giving the ones right outside our house table scraps when I saw that they were starving to death. I now have to buy cat food (incredibly cheap, thank God) for about 15 stray cats.

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-I’m sick of the ear piercing scream of agony when two ill-fitted dogs get surprised during sexy time, and end up stuck together in a biting, yelping, clawing tangle of sheer terror.

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-The wonderful service, great food, and casual atmosphere that is the TGIF dining experience. Yea, I’ve brought that shtick back.

-If we moved back it would be to Florida, which is always warm. I’d never known how cold Spain got in the winter. While it gets hot in the day, it’s freezing at night. It snowed twice here last year. The thing is, nobody including us, has heat. All we have is a tiny Ben Franklin (they don’t call it that) style fireplace which barely heats the main room. Last winter I had to sleep in 4 layers with 3 thick blankets and a cat nestled on my head to come close to being comfortable. I have a whole new empathy for the homeless. As a matter of fact, I see why they all migrate to Florida. Well I guess the really cheap crack doesn’t hurt either.      

-Bowling. Its little things like that that gets to you after a while. I think I’ve bowled maybe twice in the last ten years. But knowing that you can’t do something makes you want to do it.

-Target. There are no big stores here. Electronics and appliances are ridiculously expensive. A toaster is 30 Euros. A microwave is 100E and complete crap. I’ve never even seen the things I used back home to cook; a wok or crock pot. Almost nobody has a washer or dryer or dishwasher. It’s all done by hand, even in the winter.      

-It’s impossible to get anything done here, business wise. After we had moved here and already paid, we had to wait 2 months for our internet and phone to be turned on. When the technician got here he sat outside on our front step for over an hour, smoking and talking on the phone. If you’re on the phone with a company and 2:00pm rolls around, you will be hung up on.

-The bureaucracy is maddening. You need the yellow form (which is in Malaga) to fill out the blue form (which is in Granada) so you can apply for the green form (which has to be mailed from Madrid) but only If you knew to go get the yellow form signed by the Magistrate in Adra. Or else you must start over at the beginning. And if you’re in line at 2:00pm, you’re screwed.

-I’m sick of this being our only grocery store within an hour drive. It’s the size of a 7/11 and not as well stocked. I understand that we are presently in a rural part of southern Spain but for fuck’s sake I thought they’d have better food. I eat chicken breast and vegetable pasta 6 days a week because that’s all I can eat that’s healthy. Everything is pork, fatty, greasy, salty, gristley (not a word) garbage. All the seafood in a restaurant comes deep fried with a face. I miss good restaurants, and selection at the store. There are no name brands of anything here. You begin to crave some odd stuff under these circumstances. I’d kill a man dead for a bowl of Life cereal, a jar of Jif peanut butter, or an Eggo. Some steak and lobster. Garlic butter shrimp. Ok, I have to stop before I stab a gypsy out of frustration.



In general I still love America. It is still undoubtedly the land of opportunity and the envy of most of the world. Life is a lot more stressful, but it’s a lot easier at the same time. You work a lot harder but there are more ways to enjoy yourself. I wish that we could just all learn to get along a little better, and chill out a little more. This is one of the toughest decisions that I’ve ever had to face. In the long run it may be up to the trivial minutia that I mentioned earlier to make up our minds. Well actually, there is no grass to cut here. Hmmmm.


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  1. Great post Scott. I wish I could help, but seeing as a) I’ve never been to Spain, and b)I’m Canadian, my advice would probably make no sense anyway.

    I have always wanted to live in the US becasue of the Target and the TGIF (no joke), but I’ve also wanted to live in Central America, New Zealand, and/or Fiji…basically wherever I could go that didn’t force me to wear mukluks in the Winter.

    Honestly, Spain sounds amazing to me…but then again, I’m partial to free tapas.

    Like I said before, Scott, this is a great post and I’m really interested to hear what you guys decide to do…I’ll be back later this afternoon, that way it will give you a few hours to mull it over.

    Comment by bschooled | September 24, 2009 | Reply

    • First of all B, your advice always makes sense, even if it doesn’t always make dollars. And second, Canada is just America North in my opinion. Unless that offends you. If it does, then my opinion is that Canada is its own sovereign nation with its own bacon.

      You really don’t have TGIF or Target? Really? Where in the hell do you buy your mukluk’s? What the hell is a mukluk? Is it the fur hat with the ear flaps like that lady wore in ‘Fargo?’ Thank God I have you to answer all of these questions for me. If we did move back I’d probably be living in Costa Rica as a surf bum/alcoholic/little wooden knick-knack salesman within 10 years. It’s been a dream of mine for a long time.

      Ok, we’ll stay. But only if you promise to visit, and bring mukluks with you. Oh, and can you pick up a toaster. And a wok. And a microwave. And some firewood. Oh, and a really good steak. And some garlic butter shrimp? I’m serious.

      Thanks B!!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 24, 2009 | Reply

  2. My advice is to re-read the reasons you eloquently wrote about why you love Spain. And memorize them.

    You can always come back to the States. We aren’t going any where.

    Comment by Candy | September 24, 2009 | Reply

    • That is good advice Candy, thanks. I pretty much have memorized them. I really do love it here, and we probably are going to stay at least another year or two. If I could only get an Eggo! And Jif. And Steak-ums. I’m too hungry to properly reply to comments, me thinks.

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 24, 2009 | Reply

  3. Scott, my good man, after reading this I can offer only more perplexity to this conundrum…While America needs you more than ever, I hear they have really good olives in Spain. What a wicked pisser this is. Cheers!!

    Comment by Matt-Man | September 24, 2009 | Reply

    • America needs me? Wow, I’ve never had anybody say anything even remotely resembling that remark. I feel kind of honored. And flushed. The olives are killer as are the martinis. The trick is to get the good vodka or gin though. If you drink the cheap shit…..here….you’re freaking dead man. Dead. They have unbelievable lemons as well. Really great fruit and veggies, but only when they are in-season. It’s not like the US where you can buy bananas (or anything else) year round. Unfortunate, because I really love bananas.

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 24, 2009 | Reply

  4. Well, all I know about Europe is what I’ve learned from Bill O’Reilly. So, I don’t know how you’ve managed to survive that Socialist hellhole all this time. What with everybody being a welfare deadbeat and a pervert and all.

    Personally I’m considering Mexico. Especially now that they’ve legalized drugs. Even though I’ve never done any drugs. It just seems like it would be fun.

    I think I would do well pretty much anywhere cause I don’t really need much. But, I would definitely miss American sports. Futbol is okay, but FOOTBALL is awesome! haha

    But, I can’t imagine how nice it would be to live in a place that didn’t have a sizable group of people who believed that Obama was a secret Muslim building a secret military force. Well, at least live in a place where those people didn’t get their own TV shows.

    Comment by Jay | September 24, 2009 | Reply

    • Like I’ve said before; you are not wrong to go to O’Reilly. I don’t know anybody who is more knowledgeable, rational, and just plain worldly than that man. He is a cornucopia of cultural knowledge. Although to be honest, I find socialism to be kind of fun. But I’m a dirty communist hippy at heart. I guess.

      Like I said I’d love to live in Costa Rica. So if you end up in Mexico, maybe I’ll run into you as I’m bringing blow up through Central America.

      Although I do really enjoy futbol, (my dad is from Italy after all) football will always be my first love.

      And the last point you made is the one reason I’m leaning on staying. Those people would be put on a heavy, drool inducing dose of Lithium if they were in Spain. As they well should be.
      Great comment, thanks Jay!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 25, 2009 | Reply

  5. The lure of the groin mauling gypsy is strong…

    Sounds like you have a tough decision ahead of you. The good news is it feels like one of those champagne dilemmas –either way things will be good.

    Good luck, my friend

    Comment by alantru | September 24, 2009 | Reply

    • Ah my friend Alan! Thank goodness, I was beginning to fear that you’d forgotten about me and our witty bantering times.
      The lure of the groin mauling gypsy is in fact overwhelming. When you find the time go back and read a couple of my previous posts. I’ve done 5 or 6 on the gypsies now, and their lifestyle is almost as seductive as the Scientologists.

      It is a champagne dilemma; however I choose to treat it as a vodka and heroin conundrum. I guess these things come down to personal taste. That and the damn Crazy Ass Gypsy Lady has me strung out on the brown as she calls it. It’s just her way of controlling me. But things will be great once again in the future. Of this I am confident!

      It’s great to see you again, thanks!!!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 25, 2009 | Reply

      • No, thank you, Scott.

        It’s always my pleasure to visit. You have such good heroin and most awesome collection of Norman Rockwell paintings. And the two go together so well. Like blood lust and sport. Like Goth kids and moping. Like the death of God and the death of the TV sitcom. The gypsy brownstone lifestyle certain sounds a step up from the Scientology one. I’ll join you. Do you need credit card info? I have yours, so it’s no problem.

        Comment by alantru | September 25, 2009 | Reply

        • My heroin has certainly gotten better with hard work and fortitude. My Rockwell has stayed at consistent levels. I must work on that.

          Your metaphors are top-o-the-line as usual. Goth kids and moping, death of God and sitcom were both especially compelling. And I do believe that it is a step up from Scientology. They don’t even allow you to drink. My God, can you imagine the horror? Oops, I guess you can. Sorry about that.

          I’d love if you would join me over here. We would paint the town red with gypsy blood! I do have your credit card info from the Lovejuice you ordered; so thanks! I’ll book your ticket immediately. I assume you want first class on BA?

          Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 26, 2009 | Reply

          • Yes, please. 1st Class. That ride in the baggage compartment to Florida was a trying one.

            Gypsy Blood is my favourite. If you had the zest of a lime and a dash of gin (no, more of a dollop.. no a splash… no, 12 ounces…) it goes straight to your head.

            At the airport. Just need to stop off at Washington first and have a word with the big D regarding his latest literary opus.

            Comment by alantru | September 27, 2009 | Reply

          • I still feel bad about the whole leaving you at the airport in Florida to be kidnapped and tortured by Scientologists thing. I’ll have to make it up to you with a nice cocktail or 15. I know just how to mix them so that you won’t even taste the heroin!
            First class is all yours. Literally. I booked every seat in first class so you’d have privacy. It is your credit. haha.

            Please give Dick all my love and tenderness that one man can so freely give to another man!

            Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 27, 2009 | Reply

  6. when I first arrived in Spain I loved everything about it, but by week three I was constipated and starting to loathe pork

    If I had the opportunity to live there for a year or two I would totally grab it, though I’d have to take a wok with me and do a lot of cooking at home.

    Hey why don’t you ditch spain and try australia? this is the Land of Milk and Honey

    Comment by nursemyra | September 24, 2009 | Reply

    • Yea the pork begins to be a bit much. That’s why I eat chicken breast almost exclusively now. And yea, I do all my cooking at home, I just cook the breasts in a touch of olive oil, and it is good.

      We have lived here for a year and a half and I have loved it. I love being able to travel throughout Europe so easily. I do want to live in Australia, and would if given the opportunity. Do you know anything about the immigration practices? I don’t know if my wife (British) and I (American) can just up and go for a year or two. I probably would if it were possible!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 25, 2009 | Reply

      • Australia has really stringent immigration rules 😦

        If your wife was under 30, being British she could get a one year working visa. Otherwise I think both of you would need sponsors to be able to get a job. If you don’t need to work you could probably just stay on a tourist visa but I don’t know if they’re available for more than three months.

        I sponsored an American who wanted Permanent Residency status. It took two and a half years of red tape and endless hoop jumping but he finally received his piece of paper this year.

        Comment by nursemyra | September 25, 2009 | Reply

        • Yea, I had heard that they did. My wife is unfortunatly over 30 as well. I’ll have to check some old lottery tickets, but I think we’d have to work. I know that her uncle has lived over there for 30 years but I don’t think that helps either sinse he doesn’t own a business.
          Maybe I’ll look into someone sponsering us. Australia would be a perfect fit as I love to surf. I love everything I’ve seen about it. I do hate red tape though, I get more than enough of that in Spain. You’re welcome to come visit us anytime over here!

          Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 26, 2009 | Reply

  7. Okay, so you’ve learned to “Just be” and you said, “I don’t need a bunch of stuff to be happy”.

    then, you want a wok, a microwave, heat… bowl of Life cereal, a jar of Jif peanut butter, or an Eggo. Some steak and lobster. Garlic butter shrimp.

    Import your food. You can buy anything on the internet now.
    Start a bowling league in the street with the gypsies.
    Start a restaurant and serve real American Food.

    You may get a lot of the same type of sensation in the middle of Montana. Try it. Why would you have to go to Florida?

    Comment by Claire Collins | September 25, 2009 | Reply

    • Claire that stuff is not just stuff. I can live without the microwave and wok. But the craving for food will drive you nuts. The peanut butter here is this gunky chunky foul shit. It comes with a layer of grease on the top of the jar. Then I can’t even describe what’s underneath.

      Those are all very good idea you came up with. The American restaurant wouldn’t work though because there are no customers. The only business that would succeed here is a blue pants store. I love the gypsy bowling league, and I’m going to start work on that immediately. I can even incorporate that into one of my reality shows. They can even use the bowling balls to block knife attacks, it’ll be awesome!

      No I’d want to go back to Florida. I love living on the beach. I’m a Pisces and need water. Besides I love the crackheads, astronauts in diapers, random violence, and quirky tiki hut beach bars that is Florida!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 25, 2009 | Reply

  8. Thanks for name-checking me, Scott. My musical advice? Pretty much 50% of it sucks hard everywhere.

    You come back to America and the good music will be forsaken for the pop charts. It will be appreciated overseas. By foreigners.

    You stay in Spain and you have to put up with their local pop output, which is twice as horrible when you can’t understand the words. Or the composition choices. They, however, will love the music that you would love, if you only had a chance to hear it more often.

    But not in America. They won’t be playing the music you love. They’ll be playing the music you hate.

    My advice: go to Britain. They love our good music. They buy shitloads of stuff from Phil Collins and George Michael but they don’t make a big deal about it. Sure, the food is terrible, but at least they speak in a language that somewhat resembles English.

    This is a tough decision, Scott. I’ve grown accustomed to referring to you as “The Man with No Country” which gave you a certain gravitas, not unlike a character in an old Western or anything by Cormack McCarthy.

    If you come back, I will have to scramble to come up with something nearly as cool, and I really don’t have the time, what with all the name-checking.

    Please allow 4-6 weeks for your new nickname. All sales are final. Nosotros tenemos mas influencia.

    Comment by Capitalist Lion Tamer | September 26, 2009 | Reply

    • No problem CLT, I’m a notorious name dropper. Maybe you’ve heard of me? Or my friend Jerome Bettis? I once partied with him in Pittsburgh. By ‘party’ I of course mean that I shared a ten minute conversation after I found that he drank Long-Island’s, as do I. Great drink; maybe you’ve heard of it?

      Why is it that other countries can always differentiate the good music from the flotsam better than the country of origin? I agree that the UK has some really great stuff. I do know a couple of DJ’s from London and Ibiza (One of them is Jesus Christ, maybe you’ve heard of him?) and there is an unbelievable selection of great stuff to choose from. I believe you mentioned Daft Punk in one of your previous posts. They are huge in especially London.

      Other than their blood lust for drum and bass you wouldn’t even believe how terrible some of this music is, especially considering that we have two radio stations that come in. Twice an hour, every hour, they play a remake of ‘My Way,’ Sinatra. It’s sung by this croaky Spanish chick in English, with approximately 1/3 of the wrong lyrics. I now use my stereo as a bookshelf.

      I would definitely move to London if it were not for the weather. I just can’t take the clouds and cold anymore. Not when there are other options. That’s why I left Pgh. I need sun and warmth. So we’d either move back to the cultural Mecca that is the sunshine state, Southern California (though not as likely) or stay here in Spain. I really think you need to visit so you can hear ‘My Way’ with your own ears.

      BTW-This is no country for young men. If I move back can I help with the nicknaming?

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 26, 2009 | Reply

      • Scott – you are more than welcome to horn in on the nicknaming gig. The only other one I have is Don “Puppy” Mills. I could use another team member.

        As for these names you’re dropping, the only one I recognized is Sinatra. This “Jesus Christ” you refer to: is he another local carpenter, like Jesus Garza and Jesus San Juan de Guadalupe de Ontario?

        Comment by Capitalist Lion Tamer | September 27, 2009 | Reply

        • I’m glad I can help nickname myself, I’m an old hand at that. It’s hilarious too, because I’ll take a really fat guy and call him Slim. I’ll take a bald guy and call him Harry. And maybe the funniest of all, anybody with red hair, I’ll take to calling Red. I’m even better than Sawyer on ‘Lost’ at giving nicknames.

          Jesus Christ was in fact a carpenter, before he settled into the DJ gig. Now I think he’s found his bliss. I mean maybe you’d have to go there to understand, but Ibiza is like heaven. As soon as you step onto the island you feel a serene bliss wash over you. Especially if you consume what’s known as a ‘party favor.’

          Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 27, 2009 | Reply

  9. I now want to go to Spain.
    Food: 35E to go to Rome, Paris or Greece and you are complaining about food. Get on the plane with an empty suitcase go get food and come back. Then send me some of it and I’ll ship you Jif and Eggos.

    Comment by suzettevaughn | September 26, 2009 | Reply

    • Thanks for the comment Suzettevaughn! I didn’t complain for a long, long time. Then, especially the food, started to get to me. Unfortunately you’re not aloud to bring food across the borders or I would. I mean, sure I can get away with some little stuff. But I can’t get away with a suitcase. I’ll tell you what though; I’ll take my chances and send you a leg of pork, if you send me some Eggos Steakums, and Jif? Deal?

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 26, 2009 | Reply

  10. After I posted about the horrors of insurance cos. and American healthcare I was thinking about where I’d like to live if the crazies take over in the next election

    and you and Spain immediately came to mind

    before it was either Canada cause I can drive there and the cats would appreciate that
    or Mexico cause I could live with Jay

    thanks for broadening my horizons

    Comment by dianne | September 26, 2009 | Reply

    • You’re quite welcome Dianne! I’m here to broaden horizons and hopefully open minds. You and your cats would love it here. I know my cat and dog do. So many new smells for them. If they crazies ever take over, I’m never coming back. If I get sick of Spain, it’ll be Costa Rica next! If you do come, just try to picture anything you may crave and bring it with you! You can come see us!!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 26, 2009 | Reply

  11. Scott

    Lots of good points on both sides, The one thing that matters is where are your happier and more content. Which place fills your spirit..if it were me..I would stay in Spain….they are not in a rush to go anywhere and all……zman sends

    Comment by steve | September 26, 2009 | Reply

    • Yea, I think we are going to stay, at least for another year or two. It depends a lot on work situations and opportunities. This is an experience that 95% of people never get to live. I love being able to travel throughout Europe so easily. Thanks Steve!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 27, 2009 | Reply

  12. Think of what your life would consist of if you hadn’t gone to Spain the first place. Would you be better off than you are today? That’s doubtful. The candy probably sucks and their film industry isn’t doing so hot (minus Penelope Cruz, Javier Bardim, and the always classy Antonio Banderas). They speak with a theta. Hemingway was a pig. He was most likely a communist too with that love of Cuba, hooch and self-abuse. Picasso was worse (and a real Spaniard). The peanut butter over there is probably made with powdered milk while their real milk is sold in a box next to the ketchup and has a 17 year expiration date.

    But don’t you find adventure every day and feel like an incredible bad ass? Come home for a few weeks, take a trip to Costco (and Target, apparently), and ship it back to Spain. How many times do opportunities like these present themselves?

    Comment by Pammy Girl | September 27, 2009 | Reply

    • No, I’m definitely better off for having lived here. There is no doubt about that. I wouldn’t have gotten into the field that I love if not. Wait, I love Cuba, hooch, and self-abuse; are you going to re-open the McCarthy hearings for me? The ‘milk’ does in fact have a 10-20 year unrefrigerated life span, which sucks for me because I eat a PB&J every night before going to bed. And I really love milk. This stuff….not so much.

      I do find myself some adventures, yes. I am definitely coming to the states for a week or two in November and we are going to bring empty suitcases. Especially since I can’t even find boxer shorts or ankle socks over here. Not to mention everything, and I mean everything, is so much cheaper in the good ol’ USA! If only someone would put Glenn Beck in a psyche ward!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 27, 2009 | Reply

  13. Sounds like a coin toss if I ever heard it.

    Comment by Ramblin' Rooster | September 28, 2009 | Reply

    • I coin toss? A fucking coin toss? Are you kidding me? That’s by far and away the best advice I’ve gotten yet! Man, you seem to know just how I think. It’s like you can read my thoughts or something!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | September 28, 2009 | Reply

      • Whenever I ask for advice, it’s usually to get the person talking so I can slip out the back door with all their scrap gold.

        Comment by Ramblin' Rooster | October 5, 2009 | Reply

        • That’s a pretty good idea. But don’t forget CD’s, DVD’s, anything leather, couch change, silver cutlery, laptops, small electronics, and any small pets that are easily fencible,

          Comment by Scott Oglesby | October 5, 2009 | Reply

          • Ha-ha, that’s right, because a non-fencible animal is just crazy!

            Comment by Ramblin' Rooster | October 12, 2009 | Reply

          • I know, right? I once brought in a feral bobcat, and the douche fence wouldn’t even give me a dollar for it. He even said if I didn’t leave immediatly and take it with me, he was calling the cops. Crazy indeed!

            Thanks Rooster!!

            Comment by Scott Oglesby | October 12, 2009 | Reply

  14. Hate to say it, but Spain sounds and looks amazing!! Not everyone gets to have such an experience.
    Remember, you always have friends and family here in the U.S. for care packages.

    Comment by Darby | October 2, 2009 | Reply

    • Thanks for the love Darby, it’s really great to see you! While I do have friends in the US, all of my family has passed away. But you’re right I should start having some stuff sent over. The shipping is extremely expensive though. I mean like $20 per 4 pounds. We are definitely leaning on staying here, at least for another year or two. You’re very welcome to visit. I’d love to see you again!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | October 3, 2009 | Reply

  15. I’m a little nervous too about the crazies taking over here. (not that they haven’t already) I have lived a short time in Italy and my mom was born there so I believe I can have a duel citizenship. Do you know anything about that?

    Comment by Micky-T | October 3, 2009 | Reply

    • Micky-T My father was born in Italy as well, but as far as I can tell that doesn’t mean anything unless you were born there. It was extremely difficult for me to get Spanish residency even though I am married to a British citizen. She lived in Florida for 13 years; where we met. You’d have to call the Italian embassy, and ask them about their citizenship requirements. Anything is possible if you’re willing to jump through enough hoops.

      Good luck, and thanks for the comment!

      Comment by Scott Oglesby | October 4, 2009 | Reply

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